What the Fuck.

"Islam Will Dominate"


This is what Islam looks like.

This makes me want to puke and shoot. Brainwashed, subhuman scum. I don't care about 'political correctness,' if anyone says this isn't a disgusting way of life, there is something seriously wrong with you. I have absolutely no respect for these people. One can say whatever one wants about them not being able to do anything, but there is always something someone can do. This isn't going to be solved easily. It's already ridiculously violent, so there is no doubt in my mind that whatever the solution is, it's going to be bloody. Doing nothing isn't a solution. Maybe just kill everyone. Nuke the fuckers.

Bottom line:

Not a huge Bush fan, the guy was kind of a tool.

But the picture has the right message.

Aleister Crowley - Liber AL

Aleister Crowley -- the Great Beast.

One of the most, if not the most controversial figure of his time, Aleister Crowley was referenced above all as a black magician. Some of his personal practices I don't agree with, I think hedonism is self-destructive, although it's initial benefits can be worthwhile. The outcome of that lifestyle will destroy any individual. Some argue this is beneficial, however I just disagree with the process. There aer other processes that yield the same results, but in a more positive form, and usually without an early death.
Some of his writing works are phenomenal as far as symbolism and spiritual instruction. The majority of his works are not things you can just 'read though.' Each sentence is heavy with meaning.

I won't write too much about the man himself at this moment, perhaps another time.
You can check out the Wikipedia page here. It's fairly informative.

For now this is all I want to share, I believe it's from The Book of the Law. I haven't opened the Crowley 'bible' in awhile, so I'm not totally sure what segment this is from.

LIBER AL: 2:46 - 49


46.Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart?

47.Where I am these are not.

48.Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I console not: I hate the consoled & the consoler.

49.I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invisible, & therin am I as a babe in the egg.)

2:52 - 53

52.There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest women; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.

53.Fear not, o prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up.

2:56 - 58

56. Begone! Ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when ye are sad know that I have forsaken you.

57. He that is righteous shall be righteous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.

58. Yea! deem not of change; ye shall be as ye are, & not other. Therefore the kinds of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down of lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may be that yonder beggar is a King. A King may choose his garment as he will: there is no certain test: but a beggar cannot hide his poverty

2:66

66.Write, & find ecstasy in writing! Work, & be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life & death! Ah! Thy death shall be lovoely: whso seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our agelong love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.

2:72 - 74

72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine -- and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous! -- death is the crown of all.

73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o man, onto thee.

74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.
 
 

Crowley

L'Héautontimouroménos

L'Héautontimouroménos - The Self Tormentor
By Charles Baudelaire



Rough Translation from French to English:

No rage, no rancor: I shall beat you

As butchers fell an ox,
As Moses smote the rock in Horeb-

I shall make you weep,
And by the waters of affliction
My desert will be slaked.

My desire, that hope has made monstrous,
Will frolic in your tears
As a ship tosses on the ocean-

In my besotted heart
Your adorable sobs will echo
Like an ecstatic drum.

For I - am I not a dissonance
In the divine accord,
Because of the greedy Irony
Which infiltrates my soul?

I hear it in my voice - that shrillness,
That poison in my blood!
I am the sinister glass in which
The Fury sees herself!

I am the knife and the wound it deals,
I am the slap and the cheek,
I am the wheel and the broken limbs,
Hangman and victim both!

I am the vampire at my own veins,
One of the great lost horde
Doomed for the rest of my time, and beyond,
'To laugh - and smile no more'

-----

Je te frapperai sans colère
Et sans haine, comme un boucher,
Comme Moïse le rocher
Et je ferai de ta paupière,

Pour abreuver mon Saharah
Jaillir les eaux de la souffrance.
Mon désir gonflé d'espérance
Sur tes pleurs salés nagera

Comme un vaisseau qui prend le large,
Et dans mon coeur qu'ils soûleront
Tes chers sanglots retentiront
Comme un tambour qui bat la charge!

Ne suis-je pas un faux accord
Dans la divine symphonie,
Grâce à la vorace Ironie
Qui me secoue et qui me mord

Elle est dans ma voix, la criarde!
C'est tout mon sang ce poison noir!
Je suis le sinistre miroir
Où la mégère se regarde.

Je suis la plaie et le couteau!
Je suis le soufflet et la joue!
Je suis les membres et la roue,
Et la victime et le bourreau!

Je suis de mon coeur le vampire,
— Un de ces grands abandonnés
Au rire éternel condamnés
Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire!



— Charles Baudelaire

Diamanda Galás: Screech Queen

My last post somewhat reflected interesting human mental states. So now that I'm on the topic of insanity, I will introduce you all to a vocal goddess, Diamanda Galás.
I fucking adore, absolutely adore and admire this woman, however she's one of those ones you either love or hate. I think she is fantastic, she has been described (quite fairly) as having the capability of "the most unnerving vocal terror." Her operatic vocal range is hard to compare, she imitates glossolalia, and has said that in single-production works that she has actually fallen into such a state, her work ranges from the insane to jazzy/punk vocals. Classically trained and learnt from a very young age, she composes all her songs and remakes, and plays the piano with a fanaticism that is hard to imitate. She is, a genius, a mad woman, and a vessel of beautifully tragic songs. The lyrical content ranges from biblical references (Malediction & Prayer, Plague Mass), for lack of a better word, Satanism (The Litanies of Satan), human illnesses, both mental and physical (Masque of the Red Death, Schrei X) as well as tragic love and endless despair (Guilty, Guilty, Guilty). Most of the songs are re-makes, or takes on poetry and the biblical scripture, twisted to show the true sickness of Christianity and other oppressions. Others are written by the woman herself, and are a very emotional reflection of her life. I saw her perform in 2008, and I have to say I was not the same for several weeks after. If you believe in spirits, ghosts, or otherworldly presence, they were very much in the cathedral with her, the audience, and I.
I admit, the very first time I listened to her it was the CD "Plague Mass." At first I didn't know what to think about some of her ... vocals. I hated it. I wasn't going to listen to it again. However she stuck with me, her odd shrieking and howling, wailing and despair was in my subconscious. I listened again with greater interest, and now, I am in love with this woman.

For Diamanda beginners, those who have not experienced her creations yet, I would recommend giving "The Singer" a try. It's fairly calm, in the sense that there isn't a whole lot of undistinguished howling, but more breathy singing and gospel-esque  passages. From there perhaps "Guilty, Guilty, Guilty," "Plague Mass," or "Masque of the Red Death." Albums such as "Schrei X" and the "Litanies of Satan" I only recommend to those who want to submit to audio torture; it's beautiful torment.

PS, there are NO effects on her microphones or any instrument (which is pretty much only the piano). She uses two mics to get an echo effect, but any weird screeches or noises that don't make sense in terms of normal vocal range -- it's all her. There are a few songs however where I am not sure, but I believe the vocals have been edited to a lower octave. However I could be wrong about that.

You can check out her myspace here, listen to some of the songs.

Günter Brus

Born in Austria, Günter Brus was one of the co-founders of the Vienna based movement "Wiener Aktionismus."  This in my mind was the first real rise of action art, sort of like DADA, action art was (is) a protest against traditional art and the boundaries that were being placed upon personal expressionism within the state. To this day action art has mostly become stale and dry, something that should not be permitted to continue. Why? Because action art is a protest against what is allowed, what is accepted and permitted in the modern day. Today we have democracy and pseudo 'freedom' of speech. Basically you can scribble with some pens on a card, call it art, and some snob will look over it during a wine and cheese tasting and think 'how unique, what expression of the soul this artist has, what disdain for society... blah blah' Our modern world has no place for expressionist art, because there really isn't a whole lot to protest in this particular medium. If you were to go somewhere else, where things are much harder and you have no voice to speak, perhaps there would be a better place for it.

The actions that Brus took were not things I openly advocate to anyone, in fact I think they are symbols of mental disturbance and actions which I personally do not condone and would prefer not to see repeated. However I think it is interesting that individuals like this exist and express themselves in the way that they do in the name of 'art.'
Brus spent 6 months in prison after a performance named "Kunst und Revolution." He used his own bodily matter as his medium as an expression of his contempt for the political workings of his state. He ended the preformance by vomiting and his arrest.
He was awarded the Grand Austrian State Prize in 1997, and the majority of his art is still considered controversial or uncomfortable to witness. His actual 'action art' that is preformed is not something I am necessarily fond of, however some of the photographs and ink drawings produced by Brus really intrigue me as far as expressionism goes, sometimes I feel like I could say "I know how that feels." I think that people like Brus have a way of expressing the intense despair a human being can experience, the mental instability, the endlessness of depression, angst, fear, the downward spiral, self loathing and finally, self destruction.
He expresses it perfectly through symbolism and juxtaposition of those symbols within the featured body.
It's people like this who I'd like to witness. I don't know what I think about them as human individuals, there is something wrong most definitely. I wish I could open up his head and understand his mind.

This is Europa

Hooked on this song by martial-industrial/classical artist Triarii. Fucking brilliant.

This is my kingdom

This is my silver sun

This is my mother

Of ascension and decline

This is my empire
This is where heroes die

This is my mistress

So bold and so divine

This is Europa

My innermost sun

My state of redemption

Of fire and of water to come

Swastikas rising

In times of expand

This is Europa

Where all will come to an end

This is my kingdom

This is my chosen one

This is my queen

Of ascension and decline

This is our empire

This is our state of mind

This is where legions

Ascend into the sky

This is Europa

My innermost sun

My state of redemption

Of fire and of water to come

Swastikas rising

In times of expand

This is Europa

Where all will come to an end

Åsgårdsreien

~Peter Nicolai Arbo

Boyd Rice and Friends.

This makes me happy. It should make you happy too.
Described as "apocalyptic folk / spoken word," it should make you want to take your significant other to Disneyland with loaded guns and kill everyone; every mickey-mouse-eared-costume-wearing-furrie-fucker you see with a camera hung around their fat neck, while wearing a big-tooth grin like some baboon who just figured out how to use a stick to get a bug out of a hole.
Not that I'm suggesting anything.

Either that or it should make you want to drink martinis while you hate everyone and read a blood-stained history book. This I will suggest as a good past time.

Music, Martinis and Misanthropy.

By the way, I have a separate Boyd Rice post on here. He'll probably come up again, and possibly again, considering I like him. He's a fun one. Quite the good time.